“What business would that be for a back alley daggerman like you?” the woman who spoke to Davos continued her interrogation.“What’s it to ya, ...gain? Maybe we can talk about it later over a bowl of brown. Unless you can help me, that is. You don’t happen to know a fellow with bright blue eyes and rather dark hair, would you? A rather tough and muscular fellow, very large and tall. Keeps his hair rather short, last I checked. He’d be a smith by trade for sure,” Davos inquired of his questioner in. When she entered the room, she waited very quietly to be sure he was asleep. His cock, now limp, was lying fully exposed against his thigh. Once again, she started to breathe on the tip of his cock, with the same rewarding results as before. This time, she was shocked to realize that he wasn't asleep, as she had thought. "Go ahead and touch it, it you want. You seemed to enjoy its company last time." She tentatively wrapped her fingers around it, and gave. ”June turned then stripped, throwing he clothes on the living room chair, then dashed into the kitchen. She cleared the table and wiped it down then put some hot water in the sink and washed the pot, bowl, glass and spoon before drying them and putting them away. She threw the empty soup can in the garbage can, wiped down the counter top then raced back into the living room and stood in front of her sister.“Very good. You did much better than I thought you would.” Autumn said, smiling at the. I had been planning for a couple of years to bring this event to fruition. Her name was Eleanor and she was my wife's grandmother. She had lived with my wife and I since losing her husband in an industrial accident about 4 years ago. Earlier in the week my wife had been called out of town on business and would be gone for a few days or even a week. As I had to work I naturally had to stay home, as did Eleanor. When I came home the first night after my wife left, I headed for the shower to clean.